16 Aug finding stuff
This past weekend I went home to Pretoria, kidnapped my brother and made him come with me to Bell Bottoms in Pierneef or something like that… He was mortified when we arrived at our destination because of all the ‘old stuff.’ Has anyone noticed that I like using the word ‘mortified’? Anyways, so Bell Bottoms is this cute antique and second hand shop in an area of Pretoria I don’t normally go to, but that I go to because it is the treasure trove where I found my old spectacles and gloves and my beautiful coffee table…
I want that bench for my non-existent place…
This place has everything: from mannequins to old picture frames to all those sweets you used to eat when you were younger and that sherbet stuff in a straw….
The stair case is so frightfully steep and because it’s lined with all these glass jars, you literally walk down them holding your breath
I found this beautiful and flirty shrug thing, which I can’t wait to wear… I actually have no idea what this is called. Does a shrug require sleeves for it to be a shrug? It could be a stole, but I was under the impression, that for a stole to be a stole it had to be fur or faux fur… Help me somebody!
Bell Bottoms has corners filled with interesting things to look at like this wall behind the mirror covered in old images and posters
If I knew how to sew I would have walked away with all the patterns they had on sale
This bather was my absolute favourite thing in the shop. I kept looking at it and touching it and loving it and the only reason I didn’t buy it is because of the awkward blue petal pointing to the va-jay jay area
Rails and rails of clothing… My brother managed to buy a full suit for R200. You’re thinking it must have been a shoddy suit if it cost R200, right? Nope! This suit he found is immaculately cut and fits him like a glove. I’m going to convince him to pose one day and you’ll see…Who the hell says ‘shoddy’ these days? Maybe all these old things I like are making talk old
I like old tins and just old things in general…